Fear is a feeling he’d grown way too accustomed to over the last couple of years. It started at the academy, when he was forced into being brave instead of keeping his head in his precious books. Adventure was the thing he’d always hoped to find, but when the trill became too much and it subsided for fear, Pavel was hardly a brave man. And in this moment, he was far from being brave. A frightened little boy he was, staring into the eyes of the man who had brought danger upon the ship and his friends.
“ Vhat do you vant ? More death, more d e s t r u c t i o n?“